In a few short days we found ourselves sitting in the front row in our church. Pastor James was preaching the Word and tears streamed down our cheeks collectively. She was here one moment, and gone the next. Falling into Jesus arms as she read her book before bed. A meeting that was preplanned by Him, but a total shock to us. She was my mom. She was a wife, grandma, sister, niece, aunt and a friend. A little over 6 months ago we formally said goodbye in a public service to her, but my heart just can’t seem to do the same.

It was a gift He gave us by a young worship pastor who chose to listen and obey. A hijacking of the preplanned service we so carefully crafted. A gift that I reopen in my heart often.

There’s a peace I’ve come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There’s an anchor for my soul
I can say “It is well”

Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead

And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles’ wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise

There’s a day that’s drawing near
When this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear
And my faith shall be my eyes

Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead

And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles’ wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise

And I hear the voice of many angels sing,
“Worthy is the Lamb”
And I hear the cry of every longing heart,
“Worthy is the Lamb”

And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles’ wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise

Have you ever had hope sung over you?

A gift that only God can orchestrate. A gift that reaches down to your soul and massages the deep spot that communes with the Father of Hope. A chorus of love covering every emotion and drawing your eyes onto the God that comforts. Hope can be sung.

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That’s very powerful, Kelly! I like the image of having hope sung over you. We often pray peace over people, but I’ve never thought about those that need to have hope sung/spoken over them. So sorry for the loss of your mom – may the hope in your heart every grow as He brings healing.

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